Her eyes were beauty - the kind of beauty you seek in a dark forest after rain, when everything's asleep and only you and the wind are dancing. They were fire and ice at the same time, they were made of stone and diamond. They weren't easy to break, but if you were lucky enough to see through them, only then you could see the pain and torture behind that cruel expression and meaningless look. She was a fallen angel with ruby eyes and dark lips, but she had once been an angel, the kind you seek in the darkest part of your mind.
What's life without heroes ... oh, that'd be a world full of monsters. But what's life without monsters ... well, b.o.r.i.n.g. We all were taught to fear them, to hide or to ignore. However, thinking about that, we can't stop fearing what's threatening us, we can't hide from what is everywhere and there's no way to ignore them. So what shall we do? There are two ways to confront this reality - either to die fighting monsters or to become one. Considering the fact that being a hero is just the positive perspective of the story - and that's dull - it's more interesting to be a monster. Don't listen to those who say that being a monster is easier, because it's not. Yes, it's easier to go for revenge instead of giving people second chances, but no one's wondering what makes them going for vengience. They say it's pure hate, ignorance, sometimes just fun, but what if I tell you there's more. You can't hate if you don't l